Southerners

Chapter 134 Bustard Feather

Hearing these words, Meng Huan's hand stopped suddenly.

"If you kill her, I will never forgive you in this life." Song Zhi raised her head, looked at Meng Huan and said again.

The tone was soft, like snowflakes falling from the sky, he was thinner again, and even his eyes were empty, apart from sadness, there was also a faint hatred, it seemed that Meng Huan killed Bai Man'er today, he would really hate him for the rest of his life.

Meng Huan's knife stopped an inch in front of Bai Man'er, but he didn't drop it no matter what. His face became more and more gloomy, and finally it was like ice, condensed with frost and snow, but it was much more bloodthirsty than frost snow. Smell, he sneered again and again, pulled Song Zhi up from the ground, wrapped her in his arms, and said against his ear, "Okay, very good...Song Zilan, you're getting bolder."

"Not only dared to escape, but also dared to threaten me."

"When I'm not around, you really have a lot of skills."

Meng Huan put the knife back into its sheath, let out a "clang clang", picked up Song Zhi with one hand, entered the room, took off his snow-covered cloak, put the knife aside, and put it on the burning stove. He locked Song Zhi in his arms so hard that Song Zhi could hardly breathe.

Meng Huan clasped the back of Song Zhi's neck and kissed him almost bitingly, but it was clearly not a kiss, but more like a wild beast devouring its prey.

Song Zhi couldn't bear it, her brows were tightly frowned, her brain was a little swollen due to lack of oxygen, the pain and bloody smell between her lips and teeth made him feel as if he was about to be ripped apart and eaten, but he couldn't move at all.

The desire to love, hate and forbearance accumulated for a long time all burst out at this moment. Meng Huan had endured so much before, but now he didn't want to bear it anymore, and took Song Zhi into his arms in a few steps.

Bai Man'er was powerless to stop, and could only stare blankly at the fire in the stove, and then at the knife beside the cloak.

The wind and snow outside the house are getting stronger, the north wind is howling, the cold wind is blowing the wooden door creaking, the branches of crabapple trees that have lost their leaves are trembling in the new wind, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and almost no pedestrians can be seen on the road On the thick snow, Meng Huan's footprints when he came were gradually covered up.

Bai Man'er took Meng Huan's horse to the yard so that it would suffer less.This horse came all the way with Meng Huan, and it was very hard to think about it.

By the time Meng Huan came out of the room, it was getting late.He was only wearing unlined clothing, revealing the ambiguous marks on the side of his neck, and the cold and hard lines on his face finally softened a bit.So when he caught a glimpse of Bai Man'er barely holding the knife, he didn't get angry.

Meng Huan sat down in front of the stove and asked calmly, "You want to kill me?"

Bai Man'er's eyes were originally ignorant of worldly affairs, but over the past few years, their innocence has disappeared and they have grown a little more mature.

"If I could really kill you, I would definitely do it."

"Since you know you can't kill, don't just make people laugh." Meng Huan swept her wrist that was so thin that it seemed to be easily broken, "Can you hold the knife steadily?"

Bai Man'er pursed her lips: "This has nothing to do with you."

"I just want you to know that Lange can't be bullied by you. You should go back and ask how your noble wife treated Lange. You didn't dare to do anything to her, so you took all your anger on Lange. You treat him like this because he likes you."

"You bully the weak and fear the hard, and you are nothing more than that."

Meng Huan said: "I promised Zilan not to move you."

"I'm hungry, go get something to eat."

When Song Zhi woke up, it was already completely dark.He huddled under the quilt, apart from being sore all over, there was nothing but humiliation... This is nothing but sex!

But he has always been like this to him, when he wants it, he never cares whether he wants it or not.

Hearing the sound coming from the door, Song Zhi closed her eyes and fell asleep. The person who came was Meng Huan. His footsteps were different from Bai Maner's. Apart from the cold wind and snow, he also seemed to carry the bloody smell of Liaodong. It reminded Song Zhi that he was an executioner who killed people without batting an eyelid.

Meng Huan sat down beside Song Zhi's bed, frowning slightly, his eyes were filled with many inexplicable emotions, Song Zhi woke up, he could see, why did he pretend to be asleep?

Meng Huan lowered his head and felt the body of the person in front of him become more tense.

"Are you awake?" Meng Huan was playing with Song Zhi's jade pendant. Last year when Song Zhi was imprisoned, the jade pendant was taken off. Later, Meng Huan retrieved it and put it back on for him. Song Zhi has kept it until today.

"Bai Man'er made your favorite food, why don't you get up and eat some?"

Song Zhi opened her eyes to look at him, the room was not lit, and Meng Huan's amber eyes revealed an inexplicable strangeness and coldness against the light of the moon and snow.

"The Battle of Liaodong... I heard it was a big victory."

The news spread from Dadu early in the morning, that the emperor personally conquered Naiyan and defeated Naiyan, and it was Meng Huan who personally captured Naiyan who had fled while holding his head and handed it to the emperor. Yan Dayue directly promoted Meng Huan to be a political adviser, from the second rank.

Meng Huan went through several ranks and became an upstart in the court again. Although his foundation was still shallow, he no longer had to look at Boyan's face in everything.

"Yeah." Meng Huan said, "I said earlier that I would come back. What I want, I will get it myself."

"Congratulations." Song Zhi said.

The word congratulations was spoken in a bland manner, without the slightest hint of congratulations. Instead, it seemed ironic. Meng Huan pursed his lips and asked, "Aren't you happy for me?"

Song Zhi looked at him wearily, and after a while, asked, "Aren't you tired from fighting and killing all day long?"

"You fight with your life time and time again on the battlefield, what are you doing for?"

"For power, for fame, for profit?... Or, for me?"

Song Zhi has always been confused by this, he has persuaded Meng Huan more than once, but Meng Huan never listened, he didn't understand why.And similarly, Meng Huan didn't understand him either.

The two were deadlocked for a while, and Meng Huan broke the silence: "I'll bring in the porridge, you can eat a little."

Considering that Song Zhi was in poor health and was afraid of the cold, Meng Huan was afraid that something would happen on the way, so he didn't dare to take advantage of the cold winter to set off back, so he stayed here.

The weather was cold, and when Song Zhi was writing and drawing, her hands were so cold that she could hardly hold the pen, and even the inkstone was frozen.Meng Huan couldn't bear him to suffer so much, so he went to the governor's mansion on Hangzhou Road to beg for some money, which would be enough for them to survive the winter.

Daluhua Chiyuan, the general manager, wanted to arrange a better house for Meng Huan, but Song Zhi refused, so Meng Huan had to give up.

Perhaps it was learned from Chuoman that Song Zhi knew about his injury, Meng Huan no longer hid it, and no longer deliberately suppressed things in the house, and in addition to the fact that there was nothing to do in the cold winter months, Meng Huan was bored , Holding Song Zhi every day, there was nothing else on her mind.

After a long time, Song Zhi really couldn't bear it.Whether he is willing or not, under the absolute difference in physical strength, as long as Meng Huan wants to, he can't refuse.This made Song Zhi feel that besides being Meng Huan's prostitute, she seemed to have no other meaning.

Even though they were under the same roof, Meng Huan forbade him to say a word to Bai Man'er, and if he touched his bad luck, Meng Huan would throw Bai Man'er into the ice and snow.

Such outrageous actions made Song Zhi deeply disgusted and unable to resist, so she could only express her dissatisfaction with silence and silent refusal at night, although Meng Huan would not change because of his dissatisfaction, but would become more violent on the contrary. So Song Zhi would often cry out in pain, even silently.

The long winter finally passed, and in the blink of an eye, the spring of 25 years, the snow gradually melted, the spring returned to the earth, and the grass sprouted.

When Dalu Huachi, the governor of Hangzhou Road, heard that Meng Huan was going back to Beijing, he arranged for Meng Huan a carriage and driver, and prepared a lot of money. After everything was packed, the three of them set off from Hangzhou and returned to Dadu.

From Hangzhou to Dadu, it would take at least two or three months. Meng Huan only returned to Beijing in October, and I don't know how he found Song Zhi's door in November last year.

Of course Song Zhi wouldn't ask, and Meng Huan wouldn't say either.

On the way back to Beijing, Meng Huan told Song Zhi that he had reconciled with Chuo Man, and had completely fallen out with Boyan.

After returning to Beijing from Liaodong, he saw that the old emperor was in a good mood and pampered him very much, so he just took the matter off.

"When you go back this time, no one will dare to bully you anymore." Meng Huan said.

"Don't you want a child?" Song Zhixiang asked casually.

Pingjiang died young, Meng Huan was already 25 and had no heirs. Kuduhu and Bayar would never agree.

Meng Huan paused, and replied, "I only want you."

From the 14th year of the Zhiyuan era to the 25th year of the Zhiyuan era, the domineering boy riding a white horse and the dirty boy lying on the ground have come to today without knowing it.

The carriage moved slowly, and it was only in late spring and early summer that it wobbled into Beijing.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Meng Mansion, and the horse's hooves made a rattling sound on the ground.

"Hey," the coachman pulled the reins, "Here we are, my lord."

Meng Huan opened the curtain and came down, then took Song Zhi's hand and helped him down, saying: "From now on, this will be your home."

Home?Song Zhi raised her head and looked at the tall vermilion door and the word "Mengfu" on the plaque in the center, as if she had seen clearly the rest of his life.

He followed Meng Huan into the Meng Mansion slowly, and the door closed slowly behind him with a heavy sound, "Keng", the door was completely closed.Song Zhi felt as if she had stepped into a cage and would never see the light of day again.

The Meng Mansion has been expanded, and it is bigger and more magnificent than before. There are many pavilions and pavilions that symbolize Jiangnan water towns. It is obvious at a glance that it was built for Song Zhi.

Meng Huan pointed to the attic in the middle of the lake and said, "There are a lot of books in the attic. When summer comes, you can go there to escape the heat."

"The scenery there is also very good. There are lotus flowers planted in the lake. When they bloom in summer, you will definitely like it."

Song Zhi listened quietly, but she was a little puzzled in her heart, whether Meng Huan's love for him was self-righteous or sincere.

Meng Huan's personal servant has changed, it's not Qi Nuo anymore, the new one is Arslan.Song Zhi quietly asked where Arslanzino had gone. Arslan didn't dare to say much at first, but later Song Zhi asked anxiously, so he whispered, "He's dead."

Song Zhi was stunned.

"How did you die?"

Arslan's light brown eyes glanced at Song Zhi quickly: "How can we die, we slaves, life and death are not a matter of the master's word."

Song Zhi didn't ask any further questions, even if Qinuo had followed Meng Huan for more than twenty years, he could just disappear so casually.

He Langsa was also gone, saying that he was not doing well and was executed.

In the blink of an eye, it was summer, and the heat was unbearable. Song Zhi was drinking iced sour plum soup, remembering that she hadn't seen Bai Man'er for a long time, and thought of getting a bowl for her, but was told that Bai Man'er was no longer in the Meng Mansion.